104: Psycho Masked Man, Dazzling Bomb Attack

"What?"

Beruke was startled and quickly looked at Pete.

"Sir, look, he didn't collapse from loss of strength, and he's still breathing..."

Clay said, then gestured for Beruke to reach out and check Pete's breath.

However, before Beruke could even try, Pete opened his eyes again.

"Ah!"

Everyone present, except for Ron, was startled and instinctively recoiled.

"Wait, I'm not dead? I'm really not dead?"

Pete, who had opened his eyes, also looked surprised.

He quickly fumbled around his chest and then discovered... he seemed to be losing color?

Beruke reacted quickly nearby and also wiped a hand across him.

As a result, a streak of black appeared between his fingers too!

"This is... pigment?"

Clay also wiped a hand, staring blankly at the black on his fingertips.

He instantly understood that while this pigment was non-toxic, it had a certain extensibility and spreadability.

Moreover, it wasn't transmitted through the blood, but through the skin!

Only then did everyone realize, looking at Ron with incredulity.

"No, are you sick? Playing tricks on me with dye?"

With a sudden turn of events, Pete, who had narrowly escaped death, now had a distorted expression, completely numb.

Beruke also had a complex look, staring intently at Ron.

He somewhat suspected that this masked man in front of him might actually be insane.

One must know, that guy said nothing just now.

If Clay hadn't suddenly interjected, his sword strike would have truly fallen.

"What a pity..."

However, at this moment, Ron shook his head, full of disappointment.

"Originally, I really wanted your hands, but who would have thought you had such a ruthless superior?"

Upon hearing this, Beruke's face instantly darkened, and Pete also fell silent.

Everyone around them seemed to have heard nothing, just lowering their heads and looking at their own toes.

At this moment, Clay spoke, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Friend, the joke's over, isn't it time to get down to business?"

Hearing this, everyone also returned to their normal state, vigilantly staring at Ron.

"Who exactly are you, how did you know we were here, and what do you want with us?"

Beruke said in a deep voice, throwing out three questions consecutively.

However, Ron turned sideways, looking at the daggers and sharp swords pointed at him.

"Friends? Is this how you treat friends?"

"No choice, to deal with a friend like you, we have to be like this."

Beruke said with a fake smile. Although what happened just now was just a joke from the masked man.

However, this method of involving oneself in the scheme, without caring for one's own life,

even for a well-experienced Armed Knight like Beruke, couldn't help but breed a hint of apprehension.

"Alright, then I want to talk to you alone."

Ron spoke, his tone seemingly returning to normal.

Beruke frowned upon hearing this, then calmly spoke.

"Whatever you have to say, say it here."

"Heh!"

Ron chuckled, then fell silent again.

Thus, Beruke had a bit of a headache.

He felt increasingly that this masked man in front of him might really be a madman.

"Since Your Excellency is unwilling to show your true face, then... I apologize!"

Beruke said slowly, then inverted the longsword in his hand, intending to flick the mask off Ron's face.

However, at this moment.

Something inexplicably appeared in Ron's hand.

It was a cylindrical device, slightly larger than a fist, which now slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"Hmm?"

Beruke and the others' pupils contracted, and they instantly retreated a few steps.

They thought this was Ron's new prank.

However, just as their eyes instinctively looked at this cylindrical device.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, a dazzling light, like the sun, burst forth from the cylinder.

"What?"

"Ah, damn it!"

"My eyes!"

Among the people present, those lower-ranked thieves all had their eyes stung by the flash from this [Blinding Bomb], tearing up incessantly.

And due to temporary blindness, in their fear of the dark, they instinctively ran backward to hide.

However, Beruke and the two others were either above the Just Knight realm, reacting extremely quickly, or they were mages who could use Mental Energy for detection.

Therefore, they were only slightly affected and still kept Ron surrounded.

And at this moment, Ron, having broken free, held a different cylindrical device in each hand.

"Hmm?"

Beruke and the two others squinted, looking as if they wanted to see but dared not, cautiously staring at Ron.

"Don't be nervous, otherwise, if this thing explodes, the entire courtyard will be razed to the ground."

Ron held up two Blast Bombs, smiling at the three of them.

"This is... a bomb?"

Beruke's expression changed slightly. Although he didn't recognize this as the Blast Bomb modified and designed by Harrington,

he had seen many similar types of things.

Therefore, he immediately reacted and quickly retreated two more steps.

Although with his strength as an Armed Knight, as long as he could condense a Battle Qi veil and transform it into armor,

then even if the bomb exploded, it would be difficult to cause him too much harm.

But... once the explosion sound was heard, such a huge sound would be audible within several kilometers.

Then, the traces of their Thieves' Guild would certainly be exposed!

Thus, Beruke's eyes flashed, and a killing intent suddenly arose.

This masked man was really too troublesome; he truly dared not continue to entangle, lest the other party cause more trouble.

Just as Beruke was about to behead Ron with a sword or sever his arms,

Ron, as if guessing his thoughts, turned to look at Beruke.

"I advise you, it's best not to act rashly, otherwise..."

As soon as these words came out, Beruke's body instantly stiffened.

Because Ron had said these words once before.

Pete didn't believe in evil and almost got played to death by the other party.

Now, after observing, Beruke found that the other party's reactions and speed didn't even reach that of an Apprentice Knight.

As long as he made a move, he would definitely be able to kill him before the other party could react.

However, even though Beruke had a hundred percent certainty at this moment,

he still dared not make a move, only looking at Ron with a stifled expression.

"Very good, as expected of someone from the Sloane family, the main thing is being able to bend and stretch."

Ron nodded with satisfaction, speaking with praise.

However, Beruke on the other side, upon hearing these words, couldn't help but have a slight change in expression.

"How do you know... my surname?"

If the mutual titles among the group just now allowed Ron to know their names,

no one had mentioned his surname!

How did this masked man in front of him know?